Good night at the Insomaniacs Ball - we didn’t stick it out to the bitter end as I’d hoped we would, but left some time around 1am, as not only were our dancers tiring (and busking nearly everything as there’s very little Cotswold we actually know!) but the numbers were thinning (probably 2/3 of the proper Cotswold dancers left before us) as a hard core settled into grind out the more obscure dances until dawn, and most of the musicians had left too so we were being asked to play things we didn’t know and then having to scratch around for someone who did. At that point discretion seemed the better part of valour.
Definitely a fun experience, and good for my “playing along quietly with things I don’t really know” skills.
While we only stayed a couple of hours later than most ales, it felt a bit different and if your a morris dancer wishing striking distance of Long Clawson and haven’t been you should certainly consider giving it a go.
Mild disappointment that the excellent cheese board didn’t include Long Clawson cheese though. :-P



